We are wise, wise women. We are giggling girls.

The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask

Let's grow old and die together. Let's do it now.

The way I play guitar is very, very hard and I bloody myself incredibly without the tape. And the nails are my picks.

If you don't ask the right question, every answer seems wrong -

Criticism is hard for me but people find hard to believe because they think I'm very tough, very strident, that I tell everybody where to get off, and how. But I've actually got a really thin skin. I don't know. It's quite pathetic. So, yeah, it's hard for me to take criticism. But I also kind of have this sense of humor on overdrive, so I don't take any of it seriously. So that sort of saves me, the fact that I think it's just all kind of funny.

I love to exercise my creativity in many ways but as each year of specialization goes by I feel further and further from my other creative selves. I used to be able to see myself doing many things and sometimes I still long for a job that involves less pressure and grappling with people but, as you say, I am one of the lucky ones so I try to just focus on feeling lucky and carry on!